A little after eleven thirty, Susanna collapsed onto the white leather sofa curving in front of the veranda fireplace. She was exhausted, but her happiness ran so deep her bones buzzed. Nathaniel sat next to her, his face glistening, his WWII jacket removed and his shirt collar open, his dark hair loose and free. “I think I’ve danced half the night with your loony college mates.” Susanna laughed. “I know. Aren’t they great?” She wove her fingers with his, loving the reflection of the hearth’s flickering